Time flows like water, like a white horse passing by a gap.
One hundred thousand years sounds long, but in the endless lifespan of a cultivator, it is insignificant, and in the entire Chaotic Universe, it is merely a fleeting moment.
Destruction Demon Hall.
Ye Xuan sat cross-legged in the void, breathing in and out while cultivating, and over the course of a hundred thousand years, his cultivation steadily grew.
Of course, only the cultivation of Ye Xuan's avatar grew; his true self remained at the peak of the sixth Heavenly Gate, just one step away from the seventh. Without significant opportunity, breaking through on his own would take at least tens of millions of years.
Exhale!
Ye Xuan exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his eyes slowly opened, his entire being settling into silence.
